I notice the little cloud
dangling alone above the mountain
watching
as big and tiny animals
roam, others fly
looking for food.
Often the smaller ones become the food.
A hidden stream gently flows
where no one can find it.
The little cloud squints.
In awe, it perceives the slow birth of green.
"Why is the world so beautiful?"*
it asks the mountain,
who responds the way mountains do,
with smiles.
I notice the little cloud.
A story tells itself.
This is what happens.
* Quote from "A Beautiful Question: Finding Nature's Deep Design" by Frank Wilczek.
* Quote from "A Beautiful Question: Finding Nature's Deep Design" by Frank Wilczek.
(For Poets United.)
Those beautiful moments we capture that linger with us forever....lovely!
ReplyDeleteOh that second stanza with the cloud talking to that old mountain... so great.. "responds the way mountains do"... I'm doing like the mountain... smiling
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely contemplation, Myrna!! I can picture that smiling mountain.
ReplyDeleteI love that little cloud and how you take us to him/her and inside them too - like a child asking the most imoirtant question - a wonderful poem with an almost fable like feel
ReplyDeletehow precious i think i know from cloud watching, your "Little Cloud"
ReplyDeletehave a great Sunday Myrna
much love..
Such an exquisite write :D especially love that second stanza where the cloud has its conversation with the mountain :D Beautifully executed.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Nature's mystery. And her gifts.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this poem, love the photo, love the question the little cloud asks and the mountain replying with smiles. Sigh. This is just perfect!
ReplyDeletewhat a little, cute & curious on looker! and how lovely is the mountain's response!
ReplyDeleteJust lovely... am also smiling.. the way mountains do!! Wonderful images!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Dreamy and wise. Enjoyed the personification in this. You've created a lovely little piece here, Myrna.
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